I feel strange.
I feel tired.
I feel frustrated.
I'm just so sick of this.
I'm just so sick of everything.
--
The room was dark, and he felt the warm sensation of a thick liquid on his hand.
He tried to take a step forward into the blackness, but felt his foot collide with familiar thump of something on the floor.
The sensation was familiar, nostalgic.
Ichigo stumbled forward, hands straining forward, and only by pure luck found a light switch.
He flicked it on, and light flooded the room.
Left his sins plain to see.
A body lay on the floor.
Blood dripped from the walls, from the floor, from the corpse, FROM HIS HANDS.
He ran to the lifeless corpse on the floor, mutilated and twisted. Its limbs were strewn across the floor in a mindless slaughter. Its face was flat on the floor. He lifted it up by the dark hair.
Ichigo let out a low sigh of relief.
It was no one he knew, the face brought no memory nor registered any recognition.
Then he felt guilt edge in, stab him.
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Rukia sat up, hair frazzled and eyes bleary with sleep.
She wiped her eyes and stood, swivelling her head around.
Where am I?
What is this place?
Then came the memories
Oh... right.
I have no idea.
Wait... did I just have a dream INSIDE of a dream?
This is so weird.
She tried pinching herself.
--
Darkness began to flood Ichigo's vision.
This sensation was familiar as well.
So was his will to fight it, to rebel.
He felt his chest draw a shuddering breath as his hands flew to his eyes, and grasped the outer edge of his vision.
He strained forward, tried desperately to fight, desperately to keep it back from merely a force of will.
--
Rukia stared up at the open window, contemplated for a moment, then jumped out through its opening.
Blue skyscrapers greeted her.
She lifted her pale hands to her mouth and drew breath to yell.
But stopped herself when she saw the familiar white form standing on the horizon.
Time for some answers.
With a grim set of the mouth, she began running towards the figure.
But there was something strange about it.
Its white hakama was... shifting.
Grey slowly faded into black.
His pasty white skin faded into a light tan.
And its pale mess of a hair splurted into a fiery orange.
Sorry for the short chappy again, but it's late and im tired, and im surprised i got this much done... hehehe... IM SO SORRY IM AN INADEQUITE AUTHOR!!